Earl Jackson, Jr.
Encounter One: „The Second
„The Second Bakery Attack“ trans. Jay Rubin. in
Haruki, The Elephant Vanishes . Trans. Alfred Birnbaum and Jay
Rubin. (New York: Vintage, 1994) 35-49
A young, urban newly-wed couple awaken simultaneously
in the middle of the night with a tremendous hunger. There is no food in
the refrigerator, so the couple drink the beer there. The husband, without
meaning to, tells his wife about an incident in his younger days, when
he and a close friend attempted to rob a bakery for bread .
The owner of the bakery made them a deal: they could take as much bread
as they liked if they would first listen to his album of Richard
overtures all the way through (the
overtures to Tannhäuser
The Flying Dutchman.). They complied,
and this compliance changed their character. The effect of this deal, the
husband referred to as a “ curse,“
but his elaboration of this effect was his transformation from a alienated
teenager type to a conventionally productive member of society. His change
in behavior led to his college career, his profession, and to his meeting
his wife and marriage to her [40-41].
„All he wanted from us was to listen to his Wagner LP
from beginning to end. . . . It was like the baker put a curse on us. .
. . [W]e should have refused. . . . Then there
wouldnít have been any problem.“
„. . . [T]hings started to
change after that. It was kind of a turning point. Like, I went back to
the university, I graduated, and I started working for the firm and studying
for the bar exam, and I met you and got married. I never did anything like
that again. No more bakery attacks.“
The wife insists their shared inexplicable hunger is the
curse working on both of them now. She proposes that they attack another
bakery in order to break the curse [42 -43]
They search for an all-night bakery. But settle on robbing
a Macdonalds. Order 30 big macs, eat most of them in a park. Their hunger
vanishes as dawn is breaking. The wife declares the curse broken, and falls
asleep leaning against her husband.
Image: The Undersea Volcano.
in the narrative
synopses in white]
status of the Volcano Image
from the text in aquamarine]
realizes that this hunger is a special kind of hunger, „not one that could
be satisfied through the mere expedient of taking it to an all-night restaurant
on the highway. [37-38]
special kind of hunger.
. . .
I can present it here in the form
One, I am in a little boat, floating
couple continue to search for food. As the narrator drinks a beer, his
wife exclaims that she has „never been this hungry“ in her entire life
and wonders aloud, „if it has anything to do with [their]
she hunted for more fragments of food, I leaned over the edge of my boat
and looked down at the peak of the underwater volcano. The clarity of the
ocean water all around the boat gave me an unsettled feeling, as if a hollow
had opened somewhere behind my solar plexus – a hermetically sealed cavern
that had neither entrance nor exit. Something about this weird sense of
absence – this sense of the existential reality of non-existence – resembled
the paralyzing fear you might feel when you climb to the very top of a
high steeple. This connection between
hunger and acrophobia was a new discovery for me. 
is when it occured to me that I had once before had this same kind of experience.
. . . „The Time of the Bakery attack,“ I heard myself saying.“
– Prompts the wife to insist on hearing the whole story
|The wife concludes
that the hunger is part of the bakerís curse. At this,
the narratorís „feeling of starvation“ returned „stronger
took another look at my undersea volcano. The water was even clearer than
before – much clearer. Unelss you looked closely, you might not even notice
it was there. It felt as though the boat were floating in midair, with
absolutely nothing to support it. I could see every pebble on the bottom.
All I had to do was reach out and touch them. 
|After the robbery,
the couple eat the burgers in a parking lot as dawn broke and the hunger
vanished. He asks her if it had been necessary. She insists „Of course
it was,“ and falls asleep on his shoulder. [48-49]
now, I leaned over the edge of my boat and looked down at the bottom of
the sea. The volcano was gone. The waterís calm surface reflected the blue
of the sky. Little waves – like silk pajamas fluttering in a breeze – lapped
against the side of the boat. There was nothing else.
I stretched out in the bottom
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